Conan: Huh? What is this painting?

Ashbara: It's Natsume Soseki, imitation.

Conan: Tetsuya disappeared after holding an exhibition.

Ashbara: Kudo, look here.

Conan: Paper money? Natsume Soseki?

Gray Plains: And it's opaque, it's a counterfeit currency.

Conan: I see, I see.

Ashbara: Kudo, that's your inference.

Conan: Tetsu was kidnapped as well.

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Conan: Graybara, how is your research progressing?

Ashbara: Are you referring to that medicine 💊?

Conan: That's right, APTX4869.

Ashbara: It's alright, but I need time.

Conan: And what about the data about us.

Gray Plains: I filled in the database with the certification of death.

Conan: That's for the best.

Ashbara: Kudo, don't you thank me.

Conan: Uh, Ashbara, I thank you.

Ashbara: Edogawa-san, it's really insincere.

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Conan: You don't know how to hack computers.

Ashbara: Don't worry, it's Professor Hirota's.

Conan: Grayplain, do you have the data?

Ashbara: Unfortunately, I was one step behind them.

Conan: They? Gray Plains, is it a black-clothed organization?

Ashbara: As you can imagine, Kudo.

Conan: In other words, the disk is obsolete.

Ashbara: It was made by Professor Hirota's students.

Conan: Stumped? He is also a member of the organization.

Gray Plains: Cangyang, is a vodka subordinate.

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Ashbara: Was Mr. Miyamoto's death an accident?

Conan: No, it's a Secret Room incident.

Ashbara: Oh? But 🔑 in the room.

Conan: Grayplain, look at the things on the ground.

Gray Plains: Chess, overturned phone.

Conan: This is the tool for making the Chamber of Secrets.

Ashbara: Kudo, the conclusive evidence.

Conan: Tape fingerprints, call logs.

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Ashbara: Kudo, look here, there's weirdness.

Conan: Alas?!。 New water pipes.

Gray Plains: Hasn't this been abandoned for five years?

Conan: There's someone here, and the door is new.

Ashbara: The wildlings we met earlier.

Conan: I think it's the family of the deceased five years ago.

Ashbara: Kudo, should we leave?

Conan: I'm afraid, we're already being targeted.

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Ashbara: Kudo, do you know where the murderer is?

Conan: It's supposed to be the audience across the street.

Ashbara: Your reason, Kudo.

Conan: The killer sees you as a boy.

Ashbara: Huh? What an answer to this.

Conan: Because, the murderer can't see your dress.

Ashbara: Edogawa, you're very rude.

Conan: Hey, hey, hey. I'm talking about angles.

Ashbara: What about your guessed location, Kudo.

Conan: At nine o'clock, there's the camera.

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